Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies - Chapter 405: Precision Kill

Title: Multiversal Template SystemAlex was transmigrated to the body of a newly awakened mutant. The original owner of the body was also named Alex, Alex Locke, an ordinary college student. About a month ago, he suddenly awakened to a mutant ability and used it to escape unscathed from a burning building.Although he survived the disaster, there was no subsequent good fortune. A few days later, his parents discovered his mutant ability and, despising it, kicked him out of the house.He was then pursued by a mysterious organization and was accidentally abducted by gang members from Hell's Kitchen, ending up in this unknown underground prison.As for his mutant ability, it was a weak version of Sebastian Shaw's ability, which was the reason for him being captured. Just as Alex was despairing about how he will die just after transmigrating, a voice sounded in his ear.[ Congratulations, you have awakened the 'Multiversal Character Template System'! ][ You have obtained the character template: Gojo Satoru! ][ You have awakened the skill 'Six Eyes' lv1 ]“Oh...”A few hours later[ Template Fusion Rate: 5% ][ New Skill Unlocked: Limitless Technique ]

Wen Zhixing has transmigrated into the world of cultivation and has been unexpectedly abducted to the Wondrous Palace, where is full of infamous female cultivators. However, with his Immortality System, Wen Zhixing discovers that he could see their “Fortune Fragments” and take advantage of these Fragments by consuming his lifespan.[ Acquire the constitution: Revival of the Withered Tree.][Revival of the Withered Tree: Blazing Gold Quality. Can rejuvenate a withered body. Each time the body enters a withered state, it will undergo nirvana. After nine nirvanas, it will shed its mortal form.]...

“Ah……painful”

Lying on the cold operating table, the girl’s sentimental feelings faded, a mysterious man took her innocence.

Meeting again, the mysterious man was actually a black bellied VIP, capturing her home, wanting to spoil her.

“Reporting to the Boss, some slag man came looking for the madame.”

“Directly bury him alive.”

“Reporting to the Boss, some slag lady was jealous that the Mrs. came first in a medical contest, and slapped the lady in the face.”

“Her slag face will be broken, send her straight to hell on earth to die.”

“Reporting to the Boss, the enemy is going to catch your wife and use her as a military doctor.”

“Immediately dispatch the armed forces, and bomb the enemy!”

“Reporting to the boss, the lady ran away from home, she said to tell the president she wants to give him a child……”

“F***, I did not feed her last night! Catch her, the army has seven days and seven nights of holiday, I have business to attend to!”

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”